Me and my thoughts

What is worship? Is it the silent prayer I whisper in my heart? Is it the tear I let out in despair? Is it the mass and meeting I attend? Is it the act of kindness? Do I shout to get his attention? Do I chant every prayer in the book? Worship to me is unique It is heartfelt chat I have with him It is the fight with him when I sad It is the silent thanks I offer for the smallest miracle It is the demand for my right It is the acceptance of his plan It is my trust in him

I always grumbled about happiness It always seemed to skip me I focussed so much on the negatives That I almost drowned in sorrows My laughter sounded false to my own ears And I did make a huge emphasis on it I wished for happiness Until I realised its origin It was right within me Waiting patiently to be noticed Life is never perfect And I kept trying to make it so I ignored the goodness in its pursuit It changed when I accepted the inevitable And this time, I smiled for real

Everyone loves the wrapped box and bow ribbon Though they might pretend not to They secretly wish for a gift No matter what their age is The value of the gift does not matter The thought and love does It can make our live worthwhile However, Gifts need not necessarily come in boxes Gifts usually do not need to be a physical object too The right gift at the most needed time Determines the value of the gift Sometimes even a caring action or a smile Can warm a lonely heart And It can make our live worthwhile

 Faith is always like a mirage It is just there Sometimes it just evaporates In my darkest times, it deserts me It suddenly embraces me when I zone out From deep inside me And also from messages around me It cannot be contained It cannot be measured It can be tested though Tried and tested over the years It made me a better person And it brought me closer to God It seems invisible, But it is just there

Everyone has a special month Mine is December It is the season of Red It is the season of Joy It is the season of Kindness It is the season of Happiness It is the season of Christmas As the cold wind caress me And the dew drops hugs the leaves The rain and wind play a symphony As the shop glisten with stars And people hearts swell with Love As family renew their vows And it is the Magical December

The bells are symbol of freedom and independence Even as a child, I awaited the sound of the bell To rush home and munch my favourite snack As an adult, I longed for a bell To help me break the monotony of life To give me break from endless drama and stress And it arrived just in time The glorious sweet Christmas Bells It marks the beginning of the season And the start of a new era The sound is music in itself It brings joy and expectations It creates a mystical scene For the season of Joy

Guardian Angels are representatives of God They guide and protect us on his behalf They also stop from committing sins They bring about the goodness in us Their presence is felt during all times During good and bad They don’t stop the troubles and tests They give us the strength to fight it Let’s fight for the right reasons Be it for us or for others Let the angels guide us And show us the purpose of life And help us spread hope and smiles This Christmas season 

I put up my brave face just like every other day. The bag was lighter compared to the insecurities in my heart. I was a lost soul right from a very early age. I was surrounded by an air of uncertainty and scepticism. Maybe I carried it along with me from a previous life. I found joy in small things, and then the sorrow crept into me. I was in a constant battle of finding the sadness at bay. I bubbled with life and energy on the outside while the inside boiled with darkness and depth. I was not a pessimistic person, just a lonely one. I was a puzzle I could not decipher. I kept my surrounding happy in the hope that it will engulf me. But it seemed to evade me somehow. I was scared to discuss it in fear of being termed as a sad soul. As the years progressed, I learned to keep it at bay. The war is not an easy one, and my experiences did not show me mercy. Still, I braved it out and emerged as a stronger person. I accepted myself and embraced the child in me and groomed her into a better

Some words can have a significant impact on our lives. The irony is the person utterly the word might not mean it. However, criticism has been an inevitable part of every individual's life. Some people have learned the art of handling it; some have become silent victims of it. If the criticism is for the better good, I should have conquered the world by now. I am not an enemy of criticism, both positive and negative. In fact, it has helped me groom my life and also taught me ignorance. There is a small line between feedback and criticism. A feedback aids in the positive growth of the person. A critique ripples the emotional well being of a person. I have always wondered why people criticise others for things they have no control. Why do people criticise others? Is it because they care for the people? Probably not or maybe as much as they portray it to be. It is because they want to express an opinion, irrespective of its impact. Humans are an equal combination of good and evil. Ci

I am a firm believer of rainbows and unicorns.  Maybe it was the influence of too many second-hand books and romantic comedy movies. I almost believed in it till reality intervened. It was much later in life that I realised that love and other emotions were just a fantasy. I was not a pessimist person. I just hope things were different. However, the books and movies portray only the best parts of it. The big severe, ugly root is hidden deep within it. Even the pain shown is romanticized and makes us also enjoy it. In real life, the pain and disappointments hurt like crazy. Most humans are not cruel. They are engrossed in their world, a little self-centered and insensitive. The emotion in real life is a mixture of roses and thorns. Sometimes the roses are very few. Maybe that is the reality of life. It is not always sweet. It has its share of ups and downs. During dark days, it makes me wonder if it is a fantasy or reality. Sometimes, I wish could embrace the inevitable. However, life

The perception of the three knots is different for everyone, and it changes over the course of time. As a young girl, it included utensils and dolls. As she reached adolescence, butterflies embraced her in its warmth and joy. When she arrived at her mid-20s, the expected list of characteristics grew more extended and more extensive. By 30s, reality sets in and the perspective completely changes. Ironically, the cornerstone of the three knots is love and trust. However, circumstances mould and groom her to expecting an array of traits. Whether she receives or accepts her fate is a story for another time. Every person I come across in my life has a dream and perception. The idea and vision have not lost its core value. They have just refined over time. Experiences and Years have rendered various colours and tones to it. Sometimes, we also do lose track of our passion and follows the crowd. I am quite surprised by the multitude of dreams and expectations. They do come in various hues and

I am not a technology addict. Gadgets are more a utility instead of a style icon. It did not check the specification of my first laptop. A cousin referred me to a reliable vendor who asked my requirements and brought me a device. It was not love at first sight. I explored the laptop with my limited technical knowledge and learned the basics. Of course, Google was a significant support which helped and guided me through this phase. I had just finished college, and my career choices were as confusing as this one. We started a journey of uncertainty and fear. Our mission was a mixture of happiness, sorrow, achievements, failure, accolades, etc. We did not have a regular life, but it was a memorable one. The only familiar thing I had when I relocated to a new city was my Compaq. 'Thing" seems a little too harsh for our relationship.  We started for strangers and went to on to become best buddies for life. Compaq made my life plausible even during the most unstable phase of life

Every relationship requires the right amount of space and clutter. The balance between both determines the success of any relationship. How much is too much? I have always wondered. I have seen perfect relationships crumble for no reason and unhealthy creepy relationships survive. What is the formula to make relationships work? Every individual is unique and bring different characteristics to the table. However, as humans we share certain similarities and maybe a standardised formula could make this work. First, just like any equation, Let us consider the variables involved. Let’s us take Men – X Women – Y Relationship – R X and Y are two different sub species with unique genetic traits, cultural values, expectations, perceptions, etc. It would be technically impossible for X and Y to balance each other without supporting elements. The elements would include beauty (B), Character(C), love (L), money(M), family(F) and loads of other reasons ranging from A to Z. All reas

I kept sneezing continuously.  Over the counter prescriptions and Google researched self-medications did not seem to help.  The sneeze somehow appeared at the wrong time, in the middle of the meeting, the lunch table and sometimes even during sleep.  I loaded myself with antibiotic pills and tried combating the curse.  I gave up at last and decided to  visit  the hospital. Time seemed to be elusive when we crave for self-indulgence break.  However, battling all odds I  visited  a clinic recommended by a colleague.   Courtesy - The climate chief After examinations and a few questions, this could be due to an allergy, the doctor declared.   I  am a healthy and  I  don’t get affected by allergies,  I  proudly defended.  How do you go to work? He asked. I  go by motorcycle and  I  wear my protection  gear ,  I  replied.  Protective  gear  is inclusive of the shawl, helmet, gloves and driving glasses.  How often do you wash the  gear ?  He asked.   They should be properly was

Dear Selfish Being, Every girl on the face of earth has come across you at some point of her life. You are an unavoidable part of adolescence and womanhood. You cause butterflies and earthquakes at the same time. I know you are wired and programmed in a different way. Still, you could be more sensitive and human. You tread upon emotions without a second thought.   Sometimes you don’t do it on purpose. You oversee her in life in the list of your priorities. She is never in your priority list as you know she cares too much for you. You might not mean to hurt her, but you still do when your let your brain and brawn do the thinking and talking. She is not dumb or vulnerable as you might assume. She just lets you tread on her in name of love. She knows your every betrayal intuitively. Her sensor goes up the every minute, you think of cheating her. But she resists it and gives you and chance. Deep down, she cares for you too much for her own good.  She does not expect much in r

Born from the Greek Language The word has travelled to France And then settled in English Though, not in regular use today The word has a unique meaning Something close my heart And to every foodie in town Gastro translates to stomach And nome means laws Surprisingly it is a noun And it interprets as 'connoisseur of good food' Food is more than fuel to many And the words to define it Beholds the same 

Most of us are not lucky to find our true love at one attempt like portrayed in novels and movies. Some of us go through a lot of trauma and relationships before finding the right guy or settling for the almost right guy. My life is filled with people who have been an incredible part of my life and people who have left me with a strong impact. Most relationships are not meant to last, but they leave a long standing Impact on us. During the dark days, these relationships bring a smile and warm your frozen heart. As adolescence, the relationship begins with a crush and grows into a more mature soul searching experience. Some bring joys. Some bring sorrow.   Still, it holds a special place in our memoirs. The day I met him, I knew we had a deep connection. It was beyond common sense and knowledge.   It was thrilling and a scary thought. I felt connected despite various odds. My imagination ran wild and captured every moment in a parallel dimension. Deep down, it would not work i

Every child is influenced by the country he/she is born. We are genetically programmed and certain characteristics are inbred in our DNA.   Everything about us, right from our skin colour to the food we eat and the way we react to a situation depends on the country we are born into. India is country enriched with diversity, culture and more importantly humanity. Indians are loyal, warm and filled with concern. It is true that sometimes they seem indifferent to their surroundings. But they access the situation and strive hard till they succeed when they fight for a cause. The renowned Jallikattu war showed the perseverance and agility of the Tamilians. The whole nation supported the cause, even though they were not related to it. The peace war raged for 15 days and the youth stood brave despite various hindrances and threats. The Indian bravery and courage stood strong in their non violence and achieved their demand. As I stood along with them to fight for our rights, I noticed